Tag: childhood

Fond memories stick to your brain like superglue.

I had a little elementary school crush that began when all he said was “you’re cute,” as we worked on classwork at a table with just us.

My eyes lit up like the stars at night out in the country. He thinks I’m cute? *gasps*

Ever since, I had a hard crush on that boy. So, I decided to invite him to my birthday party when November came around.

I invited classmates that were girls. No boys came, of course, because I really wanted my crush to come. The girls figured it out quickly that I had a crush, and they figured out I invited him. The girls crowded around me, turned on the radio, and this one song came on that I could never forget:

(Source) (I actually have brown eyes, but this is beautiful nonetheless!)

My father…took me into the city, to see a marching band… (any MCR fans out there? God, I wish they’d reunite.)

I was adorable, I have to admit. The way I snickered when I put a little prank on someone, knowing the amount of trouble I’d get into.

But then, it dawned on me. When I was mischievous and mean to others, I realized that I was the bully. I was the one causing them pain. In the long run, they would ask themselves, “what have I done to her to deserve this?”